The Sweet Girl part 2 ( A horror story)

There was the most angelic little girl that you would ever hope to see standing there. She had a little scarf around her neck. She looked to be around 4 or 5 years old. The little girl was wearing a cute blue and white dress on, with ruby flats. A beautiful little angel, she thought to herself happily. She almost looked like one.

She knelt down in front of the girl and smiled. "Now where did you come from?" she asked smiling.

The little girl just stood there, as if seeing Malsha, but not really seeing.

The door from the hallway opened. It was Aika, from the next Section. "Hi Malsha'," she said worriedly. "Me and Haifa heard you scream, and I came over to see if you were alright."

"I'm fine," she replied smiling. "It was just a mouse that scared the crap out of me, but other than that, I'm ok."

"Thats good," Aika replied. "Well, I guess I'll see you tonight ."

"OK, hey listen, have you ever seen this little girl right here before? I was thinking who this girl is, so I figured she was daughter of someone, and got left here."

Aika looked at her confused. "Malsha, what little girl?"

"This one right . . . here." Malsha looked a little confused. The little girl had disappeared.

"I think you need some rest," Aika said shaking her head. "See you tonight."

"Yeah, see ya," Malsh said shakily. The little girl had been there just a second ago!

Two and a half hours later, after all her work was completed, she looked at the time and it was time to go home. It was a tough day.

After getting showered, putting her favorite Clothes on, and brushing her teeth, she felt fresh and clean for going to work. It was her first day, but was very tough. She prepared to go to the Office to prepare a meeting for tomorrow.

As she went into the office it looked so empty. No one was there to be seen. She looked at the time and saw she was a bit early, so she went into her section and sat down on her chair. Closed her eyes and thought of home. Then she felt someone’s eyes on her.

Malsha opened her eyes, and there standing at the other end of the table was the little girl. "You sure do like to pop up at the darndest hours," she muttered under her breath.

She got up from her chair and walked towards the little girl. "Want to start by telling me your name?" she asked. The little girl just stared at Malsha', almost seeming to be studying her.

Malsha bent over to touch the little girl's face. Her cheek was icy to the touch. And her eyes, there was something about her deep, back eyes. They looked so sad.

The little girl looked over Malsha, and let out a silent scream. A red line ran across her neck, and blood started to trickle out.

And, as Malsha looked on in terror, the little girl faded into thin air, and vanished.

(To be continued)